The next day started with relative normality. Students bustled about the sidewalk towards school, eager to get the day over with. For today, was a Friday! Today was the last day of school before the weekend! So, with renewed fervor and interest, the students went to their first period classes with little to no problems.

Velvet Breeze sat down in her chair for history class, Time Turner walking up to the board looking quite tired. The rest of the class sat down, with an empty spot standing out next to the teal-haired girl. She had discarded her look from yesterday, favoring her more modern look. Her white jacket was replaced with a leather black one similar to Sunset Shimmer's, just with steel studs. She wore blue jeans and sneakers, but still had the 'V' shaped clip keeping her hair from her eyes, and the red scarf around her waist.

She waited for the teacher to begin his lecture with a sigh. Time Turner was a man in his late twenties, with light brown skin, brown hair and blue eyes. He dressed in a brown trenchcoat, and a blue suit.

"Well, class...." He began, a subtle Scoltish drawl to his voice. "Today we are going to talk about something new. An oldie but a goodie. I hear my predecessor, Mr. Loregiver, began this. But I believe it would be a good way to wrap up the marking period. Don't ya?"

the class replied with some murmurs, and Velvet raised an eyebrow.

He couldn't possibly...

"We are gonna talk about ancient Canterlot!" Time Turner said jovially.

Velvet Breeze sighed.

Great...this again. And here I thought I escaped this chapter of my life...

Her musings were interrupted, however, when the door got knocked on.

"Come in!" Time Turner said, taking a moment from putting together his lesson as the door opened, revealing the Pearl face of Principal Celestia.

"Principal Celestia!" Time Turner said. "To what pleasure do we owe our fine and beauteous principal visiting my humble history class?"

"Ever the flattered I see," the principal chuckled. "I need to speak with you. Outside."

"Ah. of course. Behave while I'm gone, class!" He said before the two stepped out of the room.

Immediately the class began to talk amongst themselves, with Velvet Breeze listening carefully.

"Did you hear about that gold man?" One student asked.

"Gold man?" Another questioned.

"Yeah! A few days ago, there was this sighting of a gold man fighting what seemed to be demons!" Another student explained.

"Psh...demons aren't real," A skeptical student said in response.

"What do you call Sunset Satan and Midnight Sparkle?" Replied another.

"Not demons! At least the way they could be defined here," the skeptic replied. However, the conversations were hushed before the doorknob turned. It revealed Time Turner, guiding in a new face with a book bag slung over his shoulder.

"Class, this is Marc Kurtzman. He is a new Wondercolt who decided to join." Time Turner introduced. "Treat him as you would a fellow classmate. Cuz he is! Marc, would you like to say a few words?"

He examined the class with that smile, yet his eyes seemed more similar to a hawk examining prey.

"Pleased to meet you all!" He said with flair and a subtle bow and turning his head to take in the faces of the class. "I look forward to getting to know each and every one of you."

As he said "you", his eyes resting on Velvet's once more as he corrected his posture. She didn't show anything outwardly, but inwardly, all sorts of alarms rung.

That-that's exactly what I said! Who is this kid!?

"Well said, Mr. Kurtzman! Choose any seat you like as we begin the class," Time Turner said, walking up to the front desk as Marc maneuvered past the various desks and book bags, before sitting down in the empty desk near Velvet Breeze.

"Hoi," He greeted with a small wave and chuckle before pulling off the book bag and rolling shoulder. He opened it and pulled out a light blue notebook as the teacher began speaking. "Seems we cross paths once more, Ms. Breeze."

Velvet glared at Marc, before taking out her own notebook, dutifully paying attention to the lesson.

"Now, before we begin, I know there are numerous accounts and legends regarding the time period. So...keep them in mind as we explore the time period." Time Turner said, getting various looks of confusion. "Look. Myths have some garner of truth to them that written history doesn't tell."

"What? Like the one where Dawn Saber's sword shot out energy?" a skeptical student asked.

"Or that their mage's staff could control the wind?" Another chuckled.

"Now now," Marc said, eyes resting on him. "Mr. Turner said that the myths have grains of truth. Not that they are true. Sure, his spymaster could've come from another world, sure his mages could've used magic, and sure, Dawn Saber could've shot energy from his sword. Or, hell, he could've had a prophet for all we know! It doesn't change anything really. It's still in the far past, and magic doesn't seem to exist anymore. So why not look back at the stories with an open mind? It could give us a new perspective."

The class was silent before Time Turner cleared his throat.

"Wise words, Marc," Time Turner nodded. "Now, onto the lesson."

Velvet looked at Marc skeptically as he began to take notes, writing diligently every time the teacher said for them too as much.

Eventually, they transitioned to a movie adaptation of the legends of Dawn Saber, although, it was more comedic, and made by a group whose name had something to do with a snake and a drunk.

Towards the end of class, everyone began to pack their notebooks and supplies with light conversations filling the air.

Marc slung his bag over his shoulder and was about to enter the hallway before Velvet Breeze walked up behind him.

"Hey Marc," Velvet said cooly. "Where are you going?"

"Second...period?" Marc blinked, pointing to the hall with his thumb. "What is it? You need help with sumin'?"

"Uh....yeah," Velvet nodded. "Er...no. Do you need help getting there?"

"Its Mr. Doodle's math class, right? I can get there on my own," Marc said, heading out into the hall.

"Look, I insist on helping you," Velvet said, putting her hand on his shoulder with a firm grip. "You're new here, after all."

Marc wordlessly grabbed her wrist, and pulled it off with a sigh.

"Look, Ms. Breeze," Marc sighed, turning to face her. "I think there was a misunderstanding. You think I'm hiding something. Well, I'm no Siren, nor am I Tem...........a danger of any kind. So, your school is safe. Now do. Leave. Me. Be."

He then released her wrist and turned on his heel and walked out of the class, saying one last thing, one last taunt as he did.

"Nothing is true, everything is permitted, right?"

"...and that's why I think Marc is a danger!" Velvet said to the Rainbooms. They were all gathered around a table in an empty part of the library's second floor, with the round table filled with books and notes.

"Don'tcha think yer overreacting?" Applejack asked.

"But he knew the Creed!" Velvet said.

"He could just be another Ex-Assassin," Twilight pointed out. "I mean, logically there could be other branches that survived the war."

"Or maybe he heard it from another Assassin that helped him in the past?" Fluttershy suggested. "I mean...uh....maybe?"

"Or maybe he didn't hear it from an Assassin at all? Didn't they use the phrase in the Manslayers series?" Rainbow Dash asked. "Maybe he's a movie fan!"

"Or maybe....and this is crazy, even for me, he's a Host for an ancient being that existed before time and space and all that jazz, and isn't even from our universe and in his, we're a fictional cartoon/fanfiction and the stories of the Assassins and Templars exist in a separate video game series that follows a similar series of events to yours, just with different events and more artifacts and that saying was used in the game!" Pinkie Pie said, getting stares.

"What makes you say that?" Velvet asked.

"Just a hunch," Pinkie said before going back to making a tower from the erasers.

"Look, it doesn't matter where he heard it," Sunset said. "We don't know if he's a threat. If he is, we'll give him the ole Rainbows and Lasers treatment, if he isn't, then we won't. Either way, we should be fine."

Velvet sighed. "I guess you're right...but if he is a danger, don't say I didn't warn you."

"Fair enough," Sunset conceded. "Now, back to the matter at hand; English class."

They then continued on their work in silence, until the sound of something falling filled the air.

"What was that?" Twilight asked, adjusting her glasses before they fell from her nose.

"I dunno. I'm going to check," Velvet said before pushing her chair out and walking out from the table and heading down several aisles before coming up on another table, at which was Marc, sound asleep. Several books and novels were scattered around his table, as well as several notes. On the table with his head resting on it, was his book bag, half unzipped.

"You again," Velvet sighed, shaking her head and brushing past a bookshelf. As she did, she saw one of the books had fallen out. It had simple leather binding, with an unassuming spine. Yet it had an odd title written in gold ink.

The life and times of the gold prophet of king dawn saber of canterlot

writ by light sparker

"How odd......I don't remember him ever having a prophet, or this book being here before." Velvet asked, before taking the book and heading back to the group, who had gotten most of their work done.

"Hey Velvet. What was the mysterious noise?" Sunset asked.

"Just our new student mucking around," Velvet said. "Though, I did find this odd book."

"Really? Let me see." Sunset said, Velvet handing her the book as she looked it over. "Huh. I don't remember Dawn Saber ever having a Prophet."

"I know! Right?" Velvet asked. "What do you think it's about?"

"Well, only one way to find out," Sunset said, before opening the book and reading from it.

A note to the reader of this booketh: while it may enwheel things yond seemeth impossible to the mind, and shatter any reasonings of the modern, 'r yond of the time I am writing this down, every and all events chronicl'd in this art as true as the fact yond gravity maketh things falleth. This may beest the most accurate chronicling of the events of the kingdom hath called canterlot to ev'r beest record'd. So, as thee enter this booketh, forget what thee bethink thee knoweth about history, and keepeth an open mind while reading.

My own name is light sparker, 'r MK, and this is the story of my own time in the age of kings.

"Interesting..." Twilight said, as Sunset turned the page.

"Eke, I apologize f'r the lacking valor Shakespearean/shirespearean. I'm not yond valorous at early modern English and I needeth to maketh this as similar I can to the writings of this time so yond t doesn't behold out of lodging." Sunset recited a note.

"This is weird, its almost as if a time traveler wrote this...." Rainbow Dash said.

"And, who is...Shakespeare?" Twilight asked.

"I don't know...." Sunset said before continuing.

I wish I couldst bid the whole sooth. About how I cameth to this era in the history of this ordinary, but I believeth yond declaring yond demons, angels, and gods exist may beest a did bite of a stretch, coequal with mine own forewarning.

but, tis not wherefore thou art reading this, eh?

anon, alloweth's receiveth into the goods.

chapter i

My own story begins at which hour I did awake in a dank forest. I would anon learneth yond this wast the land of the ev'r free, though it wast not hath called as such yet. I forget the name it wast hath called ere the liberation from the corrupt sheriff.

I would stayeth in the forest f'r quite some time until I cameth to findeth a clan of druids in the forest. They wast all from initially different clans, but at which hour the men of the grizzled handeth, 'r fir laimhe liath, beganeth their crusade 'gainst the kingdom of canterlot.

they holp me gain moo knowledge of the time period I wast in, as well as the universe and kingdom.

at which hour did question about my own odd choice of dress, I simply would reply I wast from a far-off land. Though, at which hour they hath given to lend me some robes, I tooketh the giveth fain.
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I would then headeth further out of the forest, cap-a-pe with some local currency the druids hadst given me. I doubt unit'd states dollars would beest did allow to beest hath used as wage in the medieval era.

I then made my own way into the famous den of the vigilant, posey hood. The lady wast an artful archer and I admit, the lady and I combated at which hour we first hath met, though, after giving an explanation close to the sooth, the lady did allow me passage. Anon at which hour the mistress knight cameth and the lady hath lived in the city moo oft, we would becometh valorous cater-cousins and allies.

I then wenteth to the shop of jewel pin, a tail'r of this era. The lady gaveth me new robes to match the time period, and coequal custom arm'r anon.

I would then findeth lodging, and ale, in an inn f'r a while, but soft exploring canterlot castle without the knowledge of the royalty.

yet, one night, an intruder who is't hath seemed to knoweth something of the queen hath broken in to attempt to assassinate that lady. I confront'd him, and the vandal did get his hands on Excaliber, and nearly hath killed me with an energy fie. Wast it, not f'r mine own impeccable reflexes, I most forsooth has't kicked the bucket yond night.

the next day, I did awake in the mage's tower. Thither, visage to visage, I hath met the mage moon tide, this ordinary's Morgana. As well as reaper of the queen and father to morn dread, this ordinary's Mordred. The lady did question me, and it wast only then I toldeth the whole sooth. The lady tooketh it oddly well. Though, I suppose that lady own secret did allow that lady a glimmer of understanding of mine own interdimensional troubles.

It wast then I wast hath brought ere the king, who is't hath felt he shouldst reward me with a knighting. I did refuse, fearing f'r the timeline of this ordinary. At which hour hath asked to pray pardon me, I toldeth him the sooth as well, though moo simplifi'd f'r his simple, medieval mind.

(dear, king, shouldst thee beest examining this text, I cullionly nay ill shall towards thee)

(Who is't am I kidding, he's most likely illiterate )

It wast then we came to a compromise, with me suggesting I becometh his prophet.

It wast then, I tooketh up the name light sparker, in hon'r of the host ere me

The Rainbooms considered what they heard for a moment before Twilight asked a question.

"Host? Host for what?" She asked.

"Maybe he explains in a later chapter," Applejack suggested.

"Whatcha readin'?" A new voice asked from behind. The group turned to see Marc was there, his bookbag slung over his shoulder.

"What's it to you?" Velvet asked suspiciously.

"No reason." Marc shrugged before picking up the book. "Ah, the Gold Prophet. A favorite story of mine. Such good writing. It was recently discovered, did you know? Only six copies exist! I own one. Worth a pretty penny, too. Original edition."

"Really? How?" Twilight asked.

"How did I get one? Well, 'a magician never reveals his secrets', as they say. And I may not be a magician, but I'm not in the mood for revealing secrets at the moment." Marc said with a smirk. "Oh, also, its next period. Thought I'd let you know."

He then turned on his heel and left the group for lunch.

"I admit...he's a bit weird," Sunset said with a sigh, closing the book as they began to pack up.

"That doesn't begin to cover him," Velvet replied.

Lunch was, relatively normal. Marc was secluded in a corner of the tables with little to now students sitting near him. He was happily reading a book as he munched on the Friday lunch, which consisted of long breadsticks with garlic on the outside and filled with cheese.

He was flipping through a book labeled, most oddly, a year.

The girls sat down at their own table, with Velvet examining the novel they had found earlier.

"Still going on with that legend, darling?" Rarity asked, sipping on her grape juice.

"Yeah. I just...I feel like there is somethng we're missing." Velvet sighed.

"We are only one chapter in," Twilight pointed out. "A good author never reveals all their twists in the first chapter."

"I know...but...something Marc said in history class earlier is still bugging me," Velvet sighed. "He mentioned that Dawn Saber could have a prophet. Before the book turned up."

"He said he has a copy. Maybe he was just referring to that," Sunset pointed out.

"Yeah, an Original Edition...." Velvet said. "Nevermind. Let's just keep reading it....later I mean."

"Yeah. Best we leave this mystery be for now." Sunset nodded.

Author's Note

I will attempt to update weekly.